“Me too.”
Chapter 26
Ethan
Liv:**sends website link**
“Excuse me a moment,” I tell the other bartender on staff and make my way to the office. I open the link, instantly get hard, throat goes dry and lift my phone to call because there’s no fucking way I’m going to just text my response.
“You want to try that some time?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
“You trust me that much?”
“Of course. But really, I just think it would be super hot.”
“You do realize what sending me that link did to me, right? I’m at The Goat, Liv and can’t do a damn thing about it now.”
Her tinkling laughter tells me she knew exactly what she was doing.
“And what did you plan to do about whatever your problem is?”
“I’d really like to jump in my car and drive to Chicago, spank your ass, and do to you exactly what’s in the video but since I can’t do that, I’m just going to send you a picture of what you did to me.”
Her breath catches and I lock my door, position myself on the couch, push down my pants and pull up my shirt so she can see my abs she seems so fascinated by and snap a quick picture of my hand wrapped around my hardness. I send it out and raise the phone back to my ear. “All’s fair in love and war, baby.”
Then I hang up the phone, will my hard on to go away and make my way back out to the bar, sucking down some iced water and considering shoving the ice down my pants at the same time.
She’s slowly killing me, but what a way to go.
Chapter 27
Olivia
“Why doyou live so far away?” His voice is husky, tired even. He looks like sex on a stick, relaxing on his couch without a shirt on. And because he’s doing his best to turn me on, he’s wearing a backwards ball cap and a pair of black sweats.
I grin, feeling every single bit of that. Especially staring at his bare chest and those freaking abs. Licking my lips, I admit, “Right now, I’m not so sure.”
“I wasn’t sure of it the second you drove out of Liberty.”
Staring at Ethan’s gorgeous face through my tiny little phone screen, I can’t help but agree with him. In the three days we spent together at his house, he’d gotten under my skin. In the two months we’ve spent apart, me in Chicago and him in Liberty, except for the few days when he surprised me in Chicago, he secured a place in my heart.
We’ve spent hours talking on the phone and over Facetime. Texted each other constantly. Neither of us seem to be able to stay away, even though we aren’t even in the same zip code. Or state, for that matter. Part of me loves it because we’ve had to focus on learning about each other rather than using our bodies to speak for us. The other part, though? The part that craves his touch and desires the closeness that being in Ethan’s presence brings basically dams the distance between us.
I watch as he rubs his hand up and down the smooth skin of his torso. I’m jealous of that hand. I zero in on the shiny ring that I love to flick with my tongue. “Only a few more days now and I’ll be there.”
“How long do I get you?”
“Um, a week? Maybe more? I was kind of hoping I could stay with you at least until the wedding.”
“Thank fuck. Prepare yourself because I don’t think I’m going to be able to let you go so easily again.”
“I take it that’s a yes?”
“If you’d tried to stay somewhere else, I’d drag your ass here and tie you to the bed.”
“Now that sounds like it could be fun.”